"Okay, you old man, have you ruined my skills? Give me back my prophetic ability!" Nigris shouted angrily.
Among the three ancient dragons, the time dragon, sky dragon, prophet dragon, and brass dragon are the so-called prophet dragons. They have the ability to predict future changes within a certain period of time.
This is better than Shyamala's premonition ability of 'good things come to mind and bad things don't work'. It's so powerful that I don't know where to go. It's an ability to truly see the future.
However, Nigris cannot exert the true power of this ability. At most, when fighting, he can predict in advance where the enemy's claws are coming from and dodge in advance.
But if the difference in strength is too big, predicting it will be useless, and you will still be unable to dodge it, such as when Locke beat it.
Therefore, this kind of prophetic ability is equivalent to a useless existence to it, and it does not have its own claws to use.
But no matter how useless it is, you can't rob it. After robbing it, you can also erase its memory. Is there any other way to do it?
Well, even if there is no royal method, it would be too much to take it away and damage it.
A cloud of smoke slowly floated over, transforming into the huge figure that Ange was also familiar with, but now it was only as tall as an ordinary person. His eyes fell on Negris, and he said sadly: "Negris,
you lost weight."
Nigris said angrily: "No matter how thin I am, how can I be as thin as you? You are so thin that only bones are left."
The king was surprised and said: "Hey, you can talk back? It's very clever. I really only have bones left, and I can't refute you. Who did you learn this from?"
"Hmph, don't change the subject. Did you destroy my prophetic power?" Negris asked, but his raised little tail showed that he was secretly feeling happy.
"Hehe, it's none of my business. It's just that it can't be used for some reason." The king sneered: "In terms of the main body, I will return it to you when the time comes."
Nigris didn't believe this nonsense, and said: "This is not a magic equipment. It can be left alone but cannot be used? Have you been too idle recently and your strength has weakened and your kidneys are weak, so you can't see clearly?"
The king was really surprised: "You are so good at criticizing people now. You are not just talking about things like before. You have really grown up. What's going on? What happened at home to make you like this?"
"There are too many things happening at home, why don't you tell me what happened first? Why did you come to the Chaos Side and become an immortal lord? Why did your power become so strong? Even the ancient gods of origin were destroyed.
You are running away, why can you predict the storm of faith but not the tide of chaos? What kind of fields are you planting here? What kind of fields are you burning by the origin of darkness? Why..."
Negris's questions were as continuous as Ange's magic, which made the king feel dizzy.
Seeing that this was not going to work, Anthony quickly stood up and saluted: "Your Majesty, do you still remember me?"
The king's thoughts swept over Anthony's body. Suddenly, as if he saw something magical, he circled around Anthony and marveled:
"Pierro, you are resurrected, reincarnated from the undead to the black warrior and then resurrected as an adult? The reincarnation altar you invented is so magical, I can only predict that you will become the archbishop. From the bright holy power surging in you, you are really
Became the Archbishop of the Church of Light?"
"No, Your Majesty, I am now the Pope of Light, the spokesperson of the God of Libra in the human world, and also the spokesperson of the Immortal God in the human world. Can you predict who will inherit your immortal godhead?" Anthony asked.
The king shook his head: "Unexpectedly, someone really inherited the immortal godhead? Who? You must have my power to inherit the godhead and the Palace of Rest. Some time ago, you said that I still didn't believe it. Who inherited it?"
As he spoke, the king's eyes moved to Ange and looked at him carefully. Among the people present, only Ange had a feeling that he couldn't see clearly, but he couldn't remember who Ange was.
"Guess, guess again, guess slowly." Nigris crossed his psoas muscles and looked at the king's hard thinking with schadenfreude.
"If you can't guess, just tell me. If you try again, I'll beat you up." The king said.
Nigris responded with a smile: "Do you still remember the farm on the edge of the Palace of Rest?"
The king said: "Remember, when I am bored, I will project myself into a golden skeleton and go there to farm. Do you mean he is the golden skeleton?"
"Guess again." Nigris said with a smile.
The king picked up the sickle, shook it, and the sickle turned into a mace, ready to smash it.
"It's the farming skeleton on the farm." Nigris said while paying attention to the expression and body movements on the king's face. When he saw the king's whole body shocked and the incredible expression on his face, he felt secretly happy.
I'll scare you to death if you steal my skills and erase my memory.
"How is that possible? All I have placed on the farm are the lowest level skeletons. Their souls cannot bear the immortality at all, and I have no foreknowledge of anything about them. Nag, is your prophetic power so bad?"
The king said in shock.
Negris said angrily: "You are robbing me because you broke it. You couldn't sense it and you said I have poor prophetic power. It's shameless. Please give it back to me."
Anthony had to interrupt their conversation and let them go off topic like this. He didn't know when they would get to the key information: "Your Majesty, can you really not predict the existence of your Excellency?"
"You just said that you foresaw that I would become the archbishop, but you didn't know that I would become the pope. You also didn't foresee that Mr. Nagg would come here, and you were surprised by his appearance. I would like to ask your majesty, what kind of future did you foresee?
, at what time period will it become invalid?”
The king immediately understood what Anthony meant: "The power of the prophet began to fail a few years ago. Do you mean that there is something that blocks the power of the prophet? Him?"
The king's eyes fell on Ange, and Ange also tilted his head and looked at the king curiously. This image has always been hidden deep in his soul. When he was still in the Palace of Rest, it kept scaring him into the palace.
, searching for a better skeleton.
Finally meeting him, Ange also saw another familiar image in him, a golden skeleton crouching on the field ridge. That was the lord who created him, Ange's real king.
Negris and Anthony had always said before that the lord of the farm was the clone of the king. From their similar body movements, Ange could confirm that they were indeed the same person.
Anthony said: "I don't know what the characteristics of the prophet's power are, but in the main plane, we know a saint named the Church of Light. She also has the same premonition ability, but her premonition ability is not more powerful than hers.
It has an effect on people, so could it be that you have exceeded the prediction range of the prophet’s power?”
"It is possible that the power of the prophet will not be effective against the Big Mouth of the Abyss, the Origin of Darkness, and the hidden Will of the Void. Hey, is this child so strong?" the king said in surprise.
Having said this, the king finally remembered something: "What is your name?"
He didn't even have time to ask Ange's name.
"Ange." Ange said.
The king was shocked: "Is it you? I remember there was a skeleton on the farm that would not rot, so I casually named it Ange. Could it be you?"
Nigris could no longer hold back the laughter: "Ah ha ha ha ha, guess why he can't die."
Ange nodded, that's why he called him Ange, otherwise a vegetable-growing skeleton doesn't need a name.
The king suddenly let out a long sigh: "What an incredible thing. The skeleton that was so fragile back then has now grown into an existence that even the power of the prophet cannot predict, at least at the level of the origin of chaos. What a pity.
Already..."
Nigris said angrily: "What do you mean? What's the pity? Isn't this a good thing?"
The king shook his head: "No, I just regret that it was too short-lived. The source of darkness burned my field and also burned the new Myriad Worlds Divine Tree planted on it. Without the Myriad Realms Divine Tree, there is no way to reverse the collapse of the void.
…”
When he said this, the king noticed the strange expressions on the faces of Nigris and Antony, and couldn't help but ask: "What are your expressions?"
"Well, Your Majesty, what if I told you that we also planted a living sacred tree of all worlds." Anthony said with a strange expression.
"Are you kidding me? The Divine Tree of All Realms is not so easy to grow. It must first evolve from the World Tree, then the Void Tree, and then evolve into the Divine Tree of All Realms. Do you have a World Tree, a Void Tree... tree...?
"The king got stuck at this point.
Because he saw a small sapling propped up on Ange's shoulder, and he was turning his head in confusion. When he saw the only unknown king in the field, he immediately became energetic, waved the true leaves, and sent out a warm message.
:Force——
As soon as I sent the message, I was gently pressed down by Ange. Bones cannot grow. When bones grow, they become hyperplasia.
ps: It’s strange, the cloud disk cannot be synchronized, and the webpage cannot be logged in. I can only upload it by copying it to my mobile phone. It’s strange.